Tomorrow by Wings
Oh, baby, don't let me down tomorrow,
Holding hands we both abandon sorrow,
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow.
Hey, baby's got a lazy dday on sunday,
Here's a pound, we hang around'til monday,
Oh, baby don't you let me down on sunday.
Bring a bag of bread and cheese and find a shady spot
beneath the trees.
Catch abreath of country air and run your pretty
fingers thro' my hair.
Tomorrow, when we both abandon sorrow.
Oh, baby, don't you let me down tomorrow,
Thro' the week we beg and steal and borrow.
Oh, for a chance to get away tomorrow.
Honey, pray for sunny skies so I can speak to rainbows
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